Susanna Kaysen Quotes

I'm of the opinion that life doesn't always tie up neatly at the end of the episode.

It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

I see the poem or the novel ending with an open door.

Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.

I often have the impression that the book I've just finished isn't satisfied: that it rejects me because I haven't successfully completed it. Because there is no going back, I'm forced to begin a new book so I can finally complete the previous one.

Life doesn't always end up with a bow wrapped around it.

Nobody's life is wrapped up neatly in a bow.

Hmmm... I never get the answer I think I'm going to get.

It happened to me on 'King of the Hill,' where I'd left it before the end and didn't really participate in the ending, and I always felt a little bit like I wanted to try a different version of that story.

But that's a part of life; you're going through and nothing ever works out how you wanted. Nothing ever completed cleanly the way that you wanted. It is sloppy and messy, and when you think it's over, 'Oh great. We have a bit more to do.' There's always another bit of road ahead, even when you think you've gotten to the end.

Nothing is definite, nothing is finished, nothing is determined.

Life would be unbearably dull if we had answers to all our questions.

A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather ... what comes after No man knows.

Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.

You just have to realize that no matter how delectable that meal looks, there's a chance that you might not get to eat it while it's hot.

Everything remains unsettled forever, depend on it

Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.

There's nothing I know for sure, because I know for sure that things change.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

And that was it. All this buildup to a great leap, and I didn't fall or fly. Instead I found myself back on the edge of the cliff, blinking, wondering if I'd ever jumped at all. It's not supposed to be like this.

Life isn't a book. There's no guarantee of a happy ending.

Life doesn't tend to fix things or wrap them up in bows.

Sometimes there are no answers.

We never really know and the very fact that there are such words in the language as disappointment, regret, etc., is testimony to the pervasiveness and persistence of this feature of the human condition.